All were off doing other things, leaving poor Mrs. Walsh home alone to fend for herself. She had been doing just that too. She had been doing laundry ...hen she accidentally bumped against the washing machine. Remembering times past, she began masturbating on the machine in minutes. Her shorts were around her ankles, panties askew, fingers working their magic when the doorbell rang. Reluctantly she climbed off the washing machine, zipped up and went to the door. Five minutes later she was sort of. I first thought she must be cold and upon greeting her, as we embraced with a hug, all I could feel was heat like a fire coming from her body. I was lost in her aroma as we held each other and once I let go I couldn’t help, but become lost in her eyes. It was decided, I had to have her.Before I knew it she was on top of me gently teasing me with her kisses as my hands explored the back of her night gown. She kept kneeling up putting her voluptuous breasts in my face to flaunt them. She. I was feeling aroused and getting wetter between my legs. Roy was obviously aware of the new opportunity now available. Minutes later his hand left my breast and descended over my tummy. He moved his head a little, clearly so he could see what he was doing. Would he let his hand go onto my panty area, or would he lift off and try to pull up my nightie (which didn't have far to go before my knickers would be visible)? I suspect he thought that the former provided more risk of waking me and. "Katie" I gasped, but she ignored me totally, "Katie, Katie darling I'm, I'm cum --" The ferocity of it took me by surprise, my senses seemed to swim and my legs would have given way if it weren't for the work top behind me, I couldn't believe how calmly she swallowed it, a smile on her lips as she sat back and looked at me, "Another first?" "Oh God yes" I felt silly and awkward, but she sensed it and took my hand, "David I've only known one man, the one I married and you're a million times.